I had a lot of trouble sleeping that night. Between my sore ass
and my guilty conscience, I kept waking up. Each time I would lay
there thinking about my wife, my family, my friends, and everyone I
worked with - how would they react if they found out about my
deepest desires?

I looked over at my wife as she lay against the pillow, the soft
moonlight reflecting off her pretty face. I really loved her. She
was beautiful, sexy, smart, and had been a great mother and a great
wife. She really didn't deserve this. I really didn't deserve
her. I wished so much that I was like ordinary men, without this
deep seeded need to have a cock in me and to be made to feel
like I was just some slut to be used and abused by some other man.

I would finally fall asleep, only to have nightmares, wake up and
go through it all over again in my head. The guilt, the shame.
Then I would think about Tom. As my cock almost immediately got
rock hard, I would reminice over each minute I had been with him.
He knew exactly what I needed. He really was amazing. There was
no doubt that his training and experience as a psychologist helped
him to guide me as he did. He was not manipulating me. He was
simply making me realize how much I had always wanted to serve
someone like him.

I started to think how wonderful it would be if my wife were like
Tom. I wondered if I could serve a woman in the same way as
I was serving him. What if my wife were my Mistress and made me her
cuckold? That would be the ultimate solution. Of course, it would
only work if she would force me to service other men as well as to
service her, because I would always need to have some cock once in
awhile. I could imagine Tom fucking her, then forcing me to suck
his cum out of her dripping pussy. She would call me a disgusting
slut while she squeezed her keagles and squirted his cum onto
my lapping tongue. Then, afterwards, she would tell me to clean
off his cock. He would lay back against the pillows with his legs
spread open. While she lay her head on his chest, she would look
down and watch me lick their mixed cum off his cock and balls. She
would tell me that I was a good little cum-eater.

What a great fantasy.

After a fitful night, the dreaded alarm buzzed at the usual time.
I think I must have fallen asleep thinking about Tom's wet cock in my
mouth because I was rock hard when I woke up. Almost as if she
knew what I was going through, my wife rolled over gave me a
seductive smile. She must have been having some sexual dreams
herself because, without a word, she sat up and stradled me, and
dropped her wet pussy right down on my throbbing cock. She was up
on her knees, pushing her entire body up and down onto me. Her
eyes were closed. She was using me like Tom had used me. I think
she may have been reliving her dream. Her pert little breasts
bobbed up and down with the rythm of her body. She looks so
beautiful. She started to moan. Her silky hair fell down onto
her shoulders as she swayed her head from side to side. The
morning sun shone onto her beautiful face and she looked like an
angel.

I swore right there and then that I would give it all up. Yes.
That was it. No more men. No more cock. No more cheating.

I had never screwed around on my wife with another woman. The idea
never really even occurred to me. It was cock that I needed, not
another woman.

If she ever found out about what I had been doing, she would be
devastated. She would almost certainly leave me, and might even
"out" me to everyone as well. No. She did not deserve this and I
could not take the risk. I would find a way to resist my urges,
and be true to her. She deserved it. She was a good woman. No,
she was a great woman and I loved her.

Almost as if she felt my conviction, she started cumming at that
very moment. Her entire body shook as she plunged her full weight
down onto my cock. Her ass vibrated agaist me and my own cock
spewed its treasure into her pulsating pussy.

I admit, it was not the first time I had promised myself I would
purge myself of this desire for man-sex. In fact, it was probably
the tenth in as many years. Every once in awhile I would erase everything I had
that related to gay sex. The pictures of big cocks and cum-
shooting I had downloaded from the Internet. The emails and chat
logs from the various personals sites I cruised. Everything.
Then, with each passing day, I would find myself creeping back into
the scene. I would go look at a picture, watch "just one" video,
or start up a chat with some guy with a big cock across the
country. After a few weeks, I would be right back into it, on the
search for someone to actually meet so that I could suck the cum
out of his balls.

No... this time I would do it. Tom had come too close to putting
me over the edge. I had actually had thoughts about leaving my
wife so that I could serve him full time. Not that he had
suggested that option might be available to me, but my mind had
fast forwarded to a future where that might be possible. Once I
went there, there would be no coming back. I had a family to think
about. I had kids that looked up to me. I had the respect of my
colleagues at work. I had a great life - a beautiful, wonderful
wife, a great house, no worries about finances, it was all planned
out and the future was grand.

I lasted all of three weeks.

OK...I admit, I am weak. But I could not stop thinking about Tom. I would
remember how good it was to taste his cock spurting its contents onto my
tongue. I would reminisce over and over again what an amazing out-of-body experience it was
when he whipped me. I would imagine his fist deep inside my bowels.

During those three weeks, I had had no contact with Tom, nor any of
my other bi or gay contacts either. As I said, it was to be a full
purge.

When I could no longer resist, I sent Tom an email of apology.

"Dear Tom, Please forgive me for not having written to or
contacted you for the last 22 days. I have been going through a
bit of an introspection. I hope that I can explain it more to you
in person. Please allow me the honor of visiting you again? I
miss you.

Respectfully,
Steven"

I did not hear from Tom for a few days. I was worried he had
abandoned me. I would not have blamed him. After all, I had
abandoned him. I imagine men like Tom meet all kinds men that
turn out to be totally fickle. Let's face it, given my inner angst
and the resultant purging, I fell into that category. I realized
that I should have, at least, given him the courtesy of an
explanation, rather than simply choosing to stop communicating. I
felt like a high-school kid who breaks up with a girl by simply not
calling her anymore.

As each day passed, I got sadder and sadder. I had really blown
it...and with the first and only guy that really understood me. I
wanted to write him again and beg him to allow me to see him. I
decided that he would probably respect me more if I waited for him.
After all, he was the one who should call the shots. I would wait
another full week before the begging would start, and then I would plead
with all my heart.

On the fourth day, I received a response. "Steven, you are
forgiven. We will discuss this when we meet. I will be going out
of town for 4 days. Be at my home at 3 pm on Friday."

Such relief! I practically jumped for joy.

I think he knew the extra wait would practically kill me. I
wondered if it was part of his psychological games. After all,
everyone wants what they can't have. He ensured I could not have
him just a little longer. It was much less than the punishment I
deserved.

I rearranged my schedule to ensure that my Friday afternoon was
available. I told me wife I would be going to the gym for a
workout right after work. I did not want to be rushed.

I knocked on Tom's front door at exactly 3 pm. He may have been
waiting on the other side of the door because he opened it
immediately. With my head hung down, I stepped across the
threshold.

Tom placed two fingers under my chin, forced me to look up at him,
gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and said, "It's OK. I
understand."

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Oh Tom," I said, "I am so very sorry. I felt so terribly guilty.
It wasn't you. You're the most important person in my life right
now. I am so so sorry. I never want to be without you again."

"It's OK," he repeated. "I have done this enough times to know
what you are going through. I expected it."

I was sobbing. I surprised even myself at the depth of my passion.
I hadn't cried since I was ten years old, and here I was
blubbering like a baby.

Just then, I caught a movement from the corner of my eye. Across
the foyer, at the far side of the dining room, I saw a maid dusting
off the china cabinet. Even though she was a full 40 feet away,
her body looked exquisite. She was wearing a short frilly maid's
skirt and nothing at all above her waist.

Tom caught where I was looking and said, "Samantha, come and say
hello to our guest."

He stepped away from me and allowed me to watch her. She walked
slowly toward me, her feet stepping in front of one another like a
model on a catwalk. She had long, slim legs clad in white nylons,
accentuated by the short skirt. As we used to joke with the boys,
they went "all the way up". It was not her legs that caught my
attention though.

She had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. They had to be
fake. I could not believe than any woman alive had breasts as
beautiful if were natural. Based on my wife’s size B, Samantha
easily filled a full D. The nipples were about the diameter of a
silver dollar and sat just above center pointing up at about 10
degrees. Her nipples were obviously aroused and looked like two hard
cherry pits. Those breasts were perfect! They bounced ever so
slightly with each step. Her thick wavy hair framing them on each
side.

As she entered the foyer, I finally ripped my eyes from her breasts
and looked up at her face. A few times in your life you meet a
woman that is so outstanding that you know her face will be
imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life. This woman moved
to the top of that very short list. Her skin was flawless. Her
sparkling blue eyes looked like reflections off the blue seas
off the shores of the Cook Islands. Her perfect oval face was surrounded by big
tufts of dark red hair matched in color by her full smiling lips.

Tom reached over and lifted my chin to close my mouth. Truly, I
was dumbfounded and was standing their like a schoolboy with my jaw
dropped to my chest.

"Samantha. This is Steven."

"Steven, meet Samantha. Sammi comes over twice a week to clean up
the house and take care of some other duties."

I wanted to say something witty or charming, but my mouth didn't
answer my brain. She was simply too overwhelming.

"Sammi, show Steven how we greet our guests here."

"Yes Master," she responded.

Without a word, this Godess dropped to her knees, undid my pants,
pulled them down around my ankles, and with one smooth movement,
wrapped those luscious lips around my shaft and sucked me into the
depths of her throat. Then, nothing.

For a few seconds nothing
happened. I thought that perhaps she was showing off on how long
she could hold her breath with my cock lodged in her throat.

Suddenly, an amazing sensation enveloped my cock. I did not know
what she was doing with her throat, but it felt as if my cock was
being massaged by a tight creamy hand. A sensation of a ring
pressed around my cock moved from one end of the shaft to the other
- from the base of my cock up around the head and back down again.
I had never felt anything so enormously satisfying. I closed my
eyes for a moment so that I could focus on the sensations. Wet.
Sloppy. Tight. Dry. Soothing. Scraping. Dreamy. Amazing. Words
could not describe it. Finally, she pulled off my cock and sucked
in a deep breath. Then she dropped onto it again and continued
unabated.

I looked down and watched her. Her head was not moving an inch,
yet my cock continued to be massaged from top to root. I was so
close to cumming. My body was starting to get that tingling
sensation that always precedes my gusher.

Just as I was about to go over the edge Tom commanded, in a firm
strong voice, "Enough!"

Within a fraction of a second she was off my cock and standing
before us, smiling and looking directly into my eyes. Her own eyes
were bright and wet, obviously from the effort of holding her
breath while my thickness had filled her throat. The wetness made
them look all the more beautiful. This was a woman that could get
any man to do anything and here she was, doing Tom's bidding and
calling him her Master. Here she was, standing before me, with
those beautiful breasts just inches from me, and looking at me like
I was the man of her dreams. There was a depth to those eyes that
was indescribable - intelligent, playful, and just plain sexy. I
wanted her to stay and let me look into them forever.

"Go make us some lunch, Samantha. We will eat on the patio as we
discussed."

Samatha turned on a dime and, with swinging hips, disappeared
toward the kitchen.

As always, Tom insisted that I strip before further entering the
house. Fortunately, it was another
warm sunny day as he guided me outside onto the patio. Due to the
size of the lot, trees
on three sides and the water on the fourth, it was always very
private, though there was the
odd sailing boat drifting by. Knowing that boaters almost always
kept binoculars onboard, I
assume that a few of them got quite a peep show as they scanned
Tom's backyard. I blushed
slightly at the idea.

Kimberly served us soup and sandwiches. She acted as if she were
just a waitress and that
nothing had happened between us at the front door. If anything,
she averted her eyes from
any contact with mine. Needless to say, I could not help but watch
her and those
magnificent breasts as she leaned over to place my soup bowl in
front of me.

Tom and I took the time over lunch to discuss what I had been going
through for the previous
three weeks. When I was finished explaining and again apologizing
Tom said, "Don't feel
badly Steven. This is very normal. It is natural for you to feel
guilt. Let me ask
you, knowing what you now know about yourself, that you are a
cocksucker and are born
to serve others, would you ever have gotten married?"

"I am sure I would not have," I replied. "I only wish that I had
discovered this earlier.
It seems like I have wasted so much of my life living a 'normal'
life, when I could have
been spending all this time serving others."

"Yet," Tom continued, "you say you love your wife. Imagine that
you were living the life
of a cocksucker and you met your wife and fell in love with her.
Then what would you do?"

"Well..." I pondered for a moment. "I suppose that I probably would
not have had the
opportunity to meet a woman like her because I would be always
looking for the
type of people who would dominate me and who I could serve
sexually. I suppose I would
not really be looking at women at all, because I would be more
focused on the men
that I was meeting and thinking about getting on my knees and
sucking their cocks."

"That is probably true Steven. But you must be realistic. Even in
the life
of a cocksucker, you will meet men and women that will touch your
emotions in a way that
is more than that of a Dom or Master. Since you are really
bisexual, you may also
find yourself falling for a female Domme. You might even meet and
fall in love with
another slaveboy or slavegirl. Love is a funny thing - you never
know when it might
hit you. That may be OK. As long as you know you are a
cocksucker, and that if you
fall in love it must be with someone that will recognize and let
you lead your life
as the cocksucker that you are, then you will be OK.

"But what about my wife?" I asked, almost pleading with him to give
me an answer I could
live with.

Tom gave me a sly smile. "Don't you worry about that for now.
We'll figure out something.
As I told you before. I am not here to ruin your life. Your fate
is always in your
hands. In the meantime, I need to know that I can count on you.
I need to know that
you will be obedient and will continue to come and see me for your
training. I need
to know that you will never, ever, stop being my little bitch."

He said that word, "bitch" as if it were an honor bestowed upon me.
I always thought of
it as such a derogatory term. Yet here he was using it as if here
were saying, "my
sweet little baby."

"You can count on me Tom," I said with earnest. I knew that I was
hooked on him and
that he would always be a part of my life and that I would always
have to be involved
in his lifestyle.

"Say it Steven."

It took only a moment for me to realize what he was asking.

"I am a cocksucker. I was born to serve."

"Good boy. I am going to train you well Steven. You are going to
be a GREAT cocksucker.
You are going to make me very proud. Now, I am going to share a
little about what
you are getting into. You see, for many years now I have been
building up a little
'community' here. We refer to each
other as our 'family'. There are about 40 Masters and Mistresses in
our
family, each that own one, two, or sometimes even three slaves or
cocksuckers.

Let me tell you a little about the difference between a slave and a
cocksucker. You
see, the latter is not 100% committed. You cannot be a slave
unless you are living
that life 100% of the time. That does not necessarily mean that
you live with your Master
or Mistress, but it does mean that everything you do and
think about is related
to serving your Master or Mistress. Anything less is a cocksucker.
For example, you
could not possibly be a slave as long as you are married to your
wife, because you
have some loyalty to your wife.

The important thing about our family is that we do not have any
unsafe sexual interaction
with outsiders. This means that everyone in our family, and
there are over one
hundred of us now, never have anal intercourse with anyone outside
the family without
condoms. We also never swallow cum from anyone outside the
family. For the most
part, we seldom have any sexual contact outside the family.
Realistically we know
that it will happen, so we set these rules for ourselves. As an
added precaution, we
all get tested for STDs every six months.

The great thing is that, within our community, we can have total
sexual freedom without
concern that we need to worry about our health. So, by our rules,
anyone in my
family can cum in your mouth or your ass, but you would never be
allowed to cum
in their mouth or ass without a condom. Of course, amongst
ourselves, we never worry that
any cum dripping out of an ass or a pussy or a mouth has any STD.

Now, as a cocksucker Steven, you might be ordered to fuck some
other cocksucker or slave.
But you can never be a full part of our family as long as you
are having sex with your
wife, because she is an outsider. We have no control over whatever
outside sex she might
be having. Even though I am sure you trust her, and she may not be
fucking anyone but
you, we have no assurance of that. So you must understand, as my
bitch, you will become
a part of our family, but you are never allowed to cum in any other
family member. They
are safe and may cum in or on you.

You will meet other few other cocksuckers in our group.
They also are restricted by the same rules.
In order to ensure that the cocksuckers are always recognized, so
that the Masters
and Mistresses in our group know to ensure that the cocksuckers are
always
wrapped, all cocksuckers must wear one of these."

Tom pulled out a leather collar that was studded with the word
"COCKSUCKER". He
put it around my neck and tied it at the back.

"Steven, you will wear this at all times you are in this home, or
the home of any
other member of our family. As my bitch, I will keep it for you.
You are to
put it on immediately upon coming into my home, any other family
members' home.
Whenever
you see me, you will immediately strip and then put on this collar.
If I invite
you to come to some other home, and I am not at the door to greet
you, you will
find this collar somewhere directly inside the entrance where you are
invited to enter.
I have put your name "Cocksucker Steven" inside the collar, so that if
there are
other collars for other cocksuckers, you will be able to find
yours."

I listened intently to understand all that Tom was telling me.
This whole scene was
much more than what I had envisioned. I had thought that I would only
be with
Tom, perhaps some of his other slaves, like Kimberly, and perhaps
over time he
might have me serve some other Doms and Masters that were his
friends. Here
he was telling me that there were over 100 other people that I
might be introduced
to and with whom to have sex.

Tom must have seen a bit of worry on my face, as he continued, "You
will never
ever have to worry about meeting any of the other members of our
family outside our safe environments. First,
every one of the slaves and cocksuckers will have gone through rigorous training to
ensure their
total dedication to our lifestyle and to their owner. I, myself,
as the
initiator and coordinator of our family, will have vetted each new
member, including
new Masters and Mistresses. We are all committed to being totally
invisible
to the outside world. Anyone you meet here will never even show
any recognition
of you when outside."

"Do you trust me Steven?"

"This is all much more than I imagined, Tom. But, yes, I do trust
you", I replied.

"OK. I need you to understand that you can equally trust anyone
that I introduce you to.
If you trust me, you must trust my judgment in all things. I need
your trust and I
need your loyalty. Do I have that Steven?"

"Yes, Tom."

I was still a little pessimistic. But my mind quickly considered
all the potential
of being part of such a large and safe community."

"Good," Tom continued. "One more thing, there is a little key
dangling off your collar.
This key indicates that someone else outside our community, in your
case, your wife,
holds a key to your life. This is a signal to the others that you
are not to be marked.
You may see other slaves and cocksuckers being whipped or strapped
or caned or other
actions taken with them that are more severe taken with you. This is because we respect
your status as
a partnered cocksucker. When see other cocksuckers without a
key on their collar,
this means that, though they are not fully committed to a slave
status, they are
single and their Masters or Mistresses have total
ownership of their body."

This was starting to get a little scary. Talk about "total
ownership of their body"
was a little more than I had considered. Even though Tom was
telling me that I would
be respected for may outside married status, this whole scene was
way beyond my
imagination. Still, I was intrigued. There was no going back now
in any case. I
told Tom I was committed and devoted to him and I knew that I just
had to trust him.
My mind was in overdrive with all this information.

"Now tell me Steven, do you understand this? This is your last
chance to step away.
If you do, you will never see me again. If you stay now, then I
expect you will
be my bitch for as long as I want you to be my bitch. You will
obey me. You
will do whatever I say with, for, or to anyone else I tell you.
This is your
chance now. What do you say, Steven."

I really didn't need to think about it. I looked down at my rock
hard cock and knew
that this was what I wanted. It was more than I had ever dreamed
of. Yet I realized
that was only because I did not even know that this kind of a life
could exist.

"I am and will always be your bitch, Tom. Thank you for giving me
the honor."

Tom smiled.

"Good. Now go sit in that chair there and put your hands behind
the back." Tom pointed
to a low back wooden chair just ten feet away from our patio table.

I sat in the chair and Tom walked around the back and tied my hands
together with a
leather strap. Then he move each of my feet to a front leg of the
chair and tied
them in place. Finally, he put something in my mouth and tied it
to the back of my
head. The gag was shaped like a short fat penis and filled half
between my lips and my tonsils. It had a large hole in the end that I could breathe
through and thus
must have been hollow.

"You might drool a little with that gag on, boy. Don't worry about
it, just drool
if you have to. I have a special treat for my newly committed
little bitch."

As if one cue, some Greek music started playing. My eyes widened
as Kimberly
came into my view. She had changed into the outfit of a belly
dancer. She
was draped in layers of light purple sheer silk. Her hair was tied
up
above her head, with a few wisps falling down onto her flawless
face. Her
beautiful lips were partially hidden by the scarf wrapped around
the lower
half of her face, all of which accentuated those gorgeous baby blue
eyes.
She had applied a lot of make-up onto her eyes with shades of
blue and light purples and it all came together to make them seem full
of both purity and fire.

Kimberly swayed her hips in large ovals as she danced onto the
patio. Her long
legs were wrapped in silk tied at the bottom like harem pants. Her
hips were wrapped
in layer upon layer of silk. Her breasts were equally covered,
just enough that
I could see them pushing out against the silk but her nipples were
barely discernable.

The only visible skin was at her belly, which rotated with the
movement of her hips,
her fine stomach muscles readily apparent as the they stretched and
contracted with
each gyration.

I thought she was gorgeous before. Seeing her clothed, with those
gorgeous
eyes flashing at me, made me want her even more. I started
thinking about what
she had looked like when she first approached me at the front door,
her naked
breasts, her long wavy hair, her beautiful lips. Of course, that
thought led
directly to the memory of the amazing thing she did with her
throat. It made
me wish I had met her before I met my wife, because I would
certainly have
fallen in love.

Right. Like a guy like me would have had a chance
with such perfection.

Kimberly stood directly in front of me. As the music reached a
crescendo, her
stomach vibrated with the beat. She must have been a professional
belly dancer,
or at least aspired to be one, because her belly moved as well or
better
than any I had seen in a Greek restaurant.

She started taking off the layers of silk. She would tease me by
dragging the
soft material across my body. The first scarf slid across my legs.
The second
over my shoulder. As she danced around and around my chair, she
continued to pull
the scarves off her exquisite body and dragged them around my neck,
over my shoulder,
across my chest. Whenever she was in my line of sight, she
looked deep
into my eyes and batted her long lashes at me. As each scarf
fell to the
patio, more of her body became exposed. Finally, the outline
of her hard
nipples could be clearly seen through the last few layers. She
came closer and
rubbed them against the skin on my shoulders.

I sat there with my cock standing straight in the air, my chest
covered in my drool,
and my lust having reached new heights. My entire body was tense
with the
overwhelming desire I had for her.

She teased me. Then pulled back. Then teased me again with a rub
here, a sway
there. She would push her arms out above her head and twist then
together like
two loving snakes before she would bring them back down as
lovingly, touching
her hair, her shoulders, her breasts and then finally her stomach
and hips.
As my eyes followed her hands, she would gyrate her hips and
stomach again
to accentuate the music. She was amazing!

Kimberly was wearing some dark cloth around her waist, keeping
me from seeing
the her nether regions. I really didn't care, as I continued my
focus on her
gorgeous eyes, her amazing stomach, and those still-hidden breasts.

The final layers were removed from her breasts and they stood out
proudly, her
nipples rock hard. She slipped her hands in that sexy movement
above her head
and this time, as they started their journey back down her body
toward her body, she let her hair
loose. The long thick waves cascaded down over her shoulders. She
took
advantage of the new found freedom and swung her head around and
around to the music,
her thick glossy hair swinging through the air from the centrifugal force. She
was on
fire! Hell. I was on fire!

With her breasts free, she cupped one in each hand and rubbed them
against
my face. Then she sat on my legs and rubbed her crotch into my knee as
if she was
trying to guide it into her cunt. Her hips gyrated back and forth
as she
dry humped my legs, all the while rubbing her breasts into my face.

I so wished that my mouth was not full with the penis gag because I
wanted so
much to stick out my tongue and lick them all over.

She got up again, still dancing to the music, and further teased me
by
denying me the touch and feel of her body. As she danced in front
of me, her body moving like an leaf in the breeze, she looked
magnificent.
With almost
no silk layers left on her body, the 5 inch pumps on her feet, and
only a single sheer layer
of silk covering her legs.

Her waist was still a mystery, but I
was sure
that at any moment she would expose her most private parts to me.
My cock
was still standing at attention, as it had the entire time, hoping
upon hope
that she would remove her covering and slide her body onto my love
stick.

Then I remember Tom's "rules" about safe sex with an outsider, and
I realized
that she would never let me slide my cock in her without a condom.
It made
me want to become an insider, because I so wanted to be inside her.

She danced back toward me. Finally, she removed the silk scarf around
her head and
mouth. She licked her lips as she gave me a knowing smile. I
could sense
that something had shifted, and something special was about to happen.

She started to dance around my chair over and over again all the
while rubbing
her breasts all over my head, then my face, then my head again. I
was getting
dizzy with desire.

The music started to slow as she straddled my chair and dropped
onto my lap.
She looked directly into my eyes and then dropped her head to my
chest. Her
tongue came out and she gave me a long lick, as if she were a cat,
across
my nipple, up the length of my neck, then across my face - over my lips,
cheek, eyes
and then finally my forehead.

Then, as she put the full weight of her body on my legs as she squeezed
her feet
on each side of me, and then stood up on the chair. Her waist was now
even
with my head and I knew what was going to come. She started to
lift her
skirt very slowly. It rode up from just above her mid thigh. I
eagerly
anticipated the view of her cunt as she teased me by lifting the
dark
cloth just a few millimeters at a time, all the while swaying her
hips as
if to say, "Here is comes, my love. Here comes the object of your
desire."

Then, suddenly, my heart doubled its pace as the shock set in from
what
I was seeing. With one swift movement, she ripped off the remaining material,
pulled
at an elastic restraint and let a pair of balls fall out below a turgid
cock,
which had been held tightly against her body by the elastic.

She was a man!!!

I heard Tom give her a command. "Do it now Kimberly".

As if anticipating the command, she pushed the cock directly into
the hollow of my penis gag.

"Cum NOW!"

Her cum started spewing through the hole at the end of the gag and
filled my mouth.
It filled me like I were drinking from a cup filled with warm salty
fluid. I swallowed
hard. Since the gag had filled so much of my mouth, there was not a
lot of room for
her cum. Then I felt the last ropes of her cum shoot through the hole
onto the back of my throat.

I was in shock. Yet my cock started throbbing and I felt my own
gush spurt up
and land on my belly.

Kimberly pulled her cock out of the gag, cleaned it off by rubbing
it against
my cheeks, and then stepped off and back from the chair.

She stood there, totally naked, and looked straight
into my eyes.
My own eyes ran up and down the length of her body, not quite able
to fathom
such an exquisite woman having a dripping cock and balls dangling
at the vee of her legs.

She licked her lips, then leaned over until her eyes were an inch
from mine. Her
tongue shot out and she licked the cum that she had rubbed onto my
cheeks.

She smiled at me one last time and, without a word, disappeared
from my sight. I could
hear the cracks of the stiletto against the patio concrete as she
walked away.

Tom got off the lounge from which he had been watching and walked
behind me. As
he undid the gag in my mouth he whispered into my ear, "She is
quite the woman,
isn't she?" It was a rhetorical question.

Tom pulled the gag out of my mouth and undid the restraints on my
legs and hands.

"That is just a taste, if you will pardon the pun, of things to
come Steven.
I save Kimberly for those times I wish to bestow a great reward on
my cocksuckers.
This reward is for you. For your dedication to me. For your trust
in me."

Tom lead me to the front door. After I put my clothes back on, he
gave me
a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue probed every corner of my mouth.

As he opened the door to indicate it was time for me to leave, he
made one
parting comment.

"You told me you have never been unfaithful to your wife with
another woman. Yet,
here today, you were willing to break that vow to your wife and to
yourself. You
did not know that Kimberly was not a total woman. Yet you were
willing, this time,
to have sex with her. In fact, you allowed her to suck you, and I
am sure you
had hoped that she had a cunt and was going to fuck you. I have no
doubt that
if she had dropped that cunt onto your cock, you would have pumped
her full of
your cum. I want you to think about that."

"Now, don't forget your gym routine. And don't forget your mantra.
I will
send you a note on Monday to arrange our next session."

"One more thing. Here is the address of a free clinic where you
are to go to get a full battery of STD tests. It is anonymous and safe.".
He slipped a piece of paper into my shirt pocket.

Tom closed the door.

As I walked down the path to the front gates, I could not help but
think about
what he had said. I had had sex with another woman.
I was
willing. No. I wanted her in ways I had never imagined. In one
fell swoop
Tom had blown away the last of my discipline. He was always a step
ahead.
He knew that I had been priding myself on the fact that I had been
"faithful"
to my wife. He had just taught me that that faith was false. I
simply had
not had the opportunity to be with a woman as sexually irresistible
as Kimberly.
Even if she wasn't a total woman. I had thought that she was.

I suppose it did not matter anymore. I had committed myself to Tom
and to
this lifestyle as his cocksucker. The question I started to ask
myself was,
"Now that I had given
up my faithfulness to my wife, was there any point in staying with
her anymore?
Is this what Tom wanted? Was this the lesson I was expected to
learn?"

I put it out of my mind, for now, and started to look forward to
Monday.